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It's at times like these that one has to ask, "How did I manage to get myself into this bind?" Let me describe my present predicament. It's difficult for me at the moment but I will try to do my best. I'm kneeling, in the centre of my wife's dressing room, with my knees pressed into the plush pile of the carpet. A thin stainless steel wire is attached to a strong supporting hook in the ceiling and runs vertically down to and a small stainless steel quick release clip which is fastened to a "D" ring, in turn is attached to a slender but strong stainless steel collar that encircles and captures my neck. The wire is just short enough that it forces me to keep myself in an upright posture with my back strait and head slightly bowed forward towards the carpet. I glance down upon my black stocking encased legs that are spread at the knees by a distance of some eighteen inches. I would close my knees together if I could but two restraining wires are attached to ankle bracelets keep my legs forced apart. Even if I were able to relax and bend forward the boned corset I am wearing would dig savagely into my ribs. I have learnt to take shallow pants for breaths so that the pressure of the corset is lessened. The deep vee of the short dress I am wearing shows off my now ample cleavage. The gold nipple rings my wife has had inserted through my enlarged nipples are clearly visible through the tight material of the dress. My large breasts are lifted and held up by the corset as if offering themselves to lovers, waiting to be held and squeezed. My arms are drawn back behind me, bent at the elbows and overlapped. My wife has had silver rings permanently attached to each thumb. They in turn have a small ring mounted to them so that restraining devices can be attached. Today, each thumb has been bound by a small loop to the other arm just above the elbow. My slender hands have finely manicured long nails coloured deep red. The remaining fingers are still free to move but I have found that it is most comfortable to let them lightly grip my petite biceps of the opposing arm. If you were to look at me it would be hard for you to recognise what I was from what I have become. You would see a petite woman kneeling quietly in a softly lit, well-decorated room, kneeling tightly bound, straight backed with her head slightly bowed, with just the barest of movement perceivable as she breathes. I am wearing a black form fitting dress. The dress is supported from the shoulders by thin shoestring straps that show no hint of the constricting corset that lies underneath it. Zipped at the back it follows my now womanly features. The bodice is deep vee, offering a tantalising view of my ample cleavage. Just below the stainless restraining collar a single strand of pink pearls lies loosely around my neck resting upon the upper part of my cleavage, gently rising and falling with each breath. As your eye travels down my form the first sign of the restricting corset can be made out. Its sharp outline just below the level of my nipples can be seen pushing up my firm breasts, lifting the nipples to a level just below the line of the bodice. The large outline of my nipples can be clearly seen through the thin fabric of the dress. Your eyes are drawn to these two points noticing the imprint upon the fabric of a small ring that has been pierced through each nipple. Below my breasts my torso constricts sharply below the line of the breasts as the full force of the unrelenting corset comes into play. The lines of my torso are sharply drawn to the size of a petite waist, no bigger that that of a young woman. From this waist my body flares out again to womanly hips, the fabric of the dress tightly caressing these hips and then flowing down slender open thighs to where it ends in a hem length what would normally be considered inappropriately high for a young woman. Just barely visible under the lines of the dress can be maid out the lines of suspenders from the corset that hold up the high quality stockings. The dress hem just barely covers the tops of my stockings. The frontal view accents my spread knees with the black stockings rising to the hem of my dress like an inviting dark door just barely concealing the delights beneath. Flexing my toes I try to relieve the tension in my feet. I have become used to their confinement within the slender black, very high heels I have to wear daily but the prolonged kneeling position often causes me discomfort. My facial features are now those of a young woman. Hair pulled back from the face, not servery but in a demure nature. My now brunet locks have been drawn back into a tight bun at the rear of my head, held firmly in place by a silver hair clip. My ears have been pierced and hold single pearl stud that glimmer softly in the subdued light of the dressing room. Male eyebrows have been tamed and trained into flowing feminine curves that taper to fine points. My long dark eyebrowers highlight the fine blue eyes that exhibit the slightest sign of fear of my present predicament. Eyeliner, mascara and subtle eye shadow accent my eyes giving my face the refinement of class without the look cheap heavy makeup. Soft highlights have been applied to my cheeks. A slender nose gives my face the look of a young starlet. In contrast to the soft features of my new face my full lips are coloured and pouting with blood red lipstick and are slightly parted, pouting, allowing the pants of my breath to escape with the slightest hushed sigh. Occasionally I pass my tongue over my lips to moisten them, gently so as not to remove the lipstick. This has the effect of making them glisten in the soft light, drawing the eye of the beholder from the other soft features of my feminine face to the soft inviting lips that invite their use. After some time my knees start to become numb even with the softness of the plush carpet. As gently as possible I start to ease the pressure off my knees, one at a time. A sharp pain greets me as I reach the limit of my bonds forcing me to release a small squeal of pain. Looking down I see again the cause of my pain and quietly curse my wife for my predicament under my breath. There, from under my tight dress runs a taunt stainless steel wire down to a small ring set into the carped floor. The wire is firmly attached to the floor ring by a quick release clip similar to the one on my restraining collar. Ever so gently I manoeuvre my legs taking care so as to not apply any more pressure to the wire that anchors me to the floor. Slowly I sense feeling coming back to my cramped knees and I savour the easing of cramped muscles whilst trying to ignore the pain of pins and needles as the blood returns. The wire whilst attached to the floor is firmly attached at the other end to me. My wife had me pierced some time ago through the underside of the head of my penis. At the time she said that the little dumb bell placed through the head of my penis would drive her to the heights of ecstasy. Now a tight shiny silver sheath covers my flaccid manhood. The sheath is in turn held in place by another thin stainless steel wire that runs from the base of my penis around the underside of my testicles to link up with the sheath on the other side. At the end of the sheath a ring has been attached so that other restraining apparatus such as a the wire that anchors me to the floor can be connected on it via a quick release clip. The small dumb bell through the head of my penis has long since been replaced by a securing pi through the pierced head of my manhood holding the sheath semi permanently in place by a concealed tamper proof pin. Only my wife has the tool required to unlock the sheath. Any thought of normal sexual satisfaction through intercourse has long since been removed from me by the tightness of these restraints. Even when I am not held to the floor by the wires the only manly function I am able to perform with my chastised penis is the passing of water, which must be done in a feminine seated position. My chastised male parts protrude through the open front slit of a g- string that passes up through the cleft of my butt rubbing gently on the rosebud of my rear. Each time I move to adjust myself to my restraints I feel the edges of the G-string slipping over the base of the butt-plug that my wife gently inserted into me before she left some two hours ago. The gentle rubbing of the fabric transmits slight tremors along the shaft of the plug that stimulates my prostate. I feel the quivering begin again and even though I try to stop myself my hips betray me and I start to gently tighten, then relax the muscles of my lower body. Beads of perspiration begin to form on my upper lip and my eyes half close as I sink into the inner mind game of my pleasure. My wife would laugh at me if she was seated in the large lounge chair opposite, but today the chair stands empty. Try as I might I am unable to stop myself. I feel drops my clear liquid pre-cum form at the head of my restrained manhood and drip onto the soft pile of the carpet. Future evidence of my discretion that I ignore for the pleasure and instant gratification I feel. The confinement of my manhood does not allow me to become erect but the pain and tightness of the constraints has its own perverse sexual attraction. To the observer only the slight rhythmic thrusting of the hips can be noticed accompanied by a steadily increasing pant heard over the subdued hiss of the air-conditioning. My eyes are fully closed now whilst I imagine forbidden sexual delights. Ignoring the pain I thrust my hips as far forward as I dare feeling the tautness of the wires and the stress of the constraining pin. Suddenly the sensation of the butt-plug, the pain and pleasure of my constraints lift me up to a point that I thought was unachievable since my chastisement. I feel the unmistakable pulse of my orgasm beginning and the first flicker of fear grips me. My mind screams for me to resist but my hips and constrained cock will have no part of the restraint. The first throb of my orgasm brings a squeal of joy and release from my lips and I feel the cum pulse from the tip of me. Just one pulse that's enough my mind screams but my cock will have none of these mental restrictions. Constrained testes constrict, muscles tense and pulse as the pent up cum spurts. Opening my eyes I watch with ever increasing terror as a dark spot grows on the front of my dress. A trickle of thick creamy, milky white cum rolls down the upper thigh of my left leg that first gathers then extends in a large drop that hangs for what appears to be forever before finally falling to the carpeted floor. Inner muscles pulse and relax, pulse and relax forcing me to moan and pant in unison with their rising and ebbing contractions. A small drop of perspiration hangs on my upper lip then falls to the front of my dress to join the other evidence of my forbidden pleasure. The pleasures fade, and with one last sigh I am returned to my reality. Looking now you would see a woman kneeling with resigned composure. Perspiration stains form dark patches under her arms. The sheen of sweat covers her face and arms but her eyes remain fixed upon the glistening liquid on her black stocking thighs and the slowly increasing dark spot the marks the centre of her indiscretion. Her exertions have caused the hem of her dress to rise above the tops of her stockings. Her efforts to somehow pull down the hem would be pointless, so she resigns her self to her predicament and bows her head as low as the unyielding restraints will permit. Time drags on but my eyes never leave the evidence that lies before them. If wishing would remove the stains then they would be gone. Sweat evaporates, cum dries but tell tale stains remain on carpet, dress and stockings. What will she think? What will she do? When one is left alone in the quite senses become more acute. The soft hiss of the air- conditioning becomes a roar. Ears strain to hear any noise that will alert me as to the return of my wife. Time lingers and drags while I kneel quietly, resigned to my fate. In this state of hushed solitude, almost in a state of trance I wait listening quietly whilst watching the evidence before my eyes shrink and dry to a series of small telltale stains. I'm not sure how long I knelt there, but the audible click of the front door lock roused me from the trance like state I was in. The squeak of the door followed by murmuring of conversation drifted up the hallway stairs to my ears. The click of high heals upon marble followed by the undeniable sound of the heavier step of a male stride brought me back to the present. The sounds ebbed away as they moved from the front of the house into the downstairs drawing room. Minutes passed followed the sound of the hall bell. Quick stiletto steps make their way to the door followed by the effervescent sounds of my wife greeting more people at the front door. Again the sounds of conversation fade to the drawing room and only the occasional snipped of conversation or laughter drifted through the house to my ears. After some time the sound of movement down stairs came to me. My wife and others were moving up the stairs laughing and talking in the animated loud way that people do if they have had a good evening. I could clearly hear the voice of my wife, the strong tones of a male and the lighter strains of another female. "Through here, quietly though so as not to alarm her," I hear Loren say to her guests. The door swung open and my wife entered with a tall gentleman and two other finely dressed women. All held flutes of champagne in their hands. My wife stood to one side observing the others as they formed a loose semi circle around my kneeling form. "Libby, I would like you to meet James, Sarah and Lisa", Loren my wife stated James looked down at me and asked "What have we here?" "This was my husband Brad or should I say my live in play thing now," replied Loren with a smile "My god she could be your twin," James exclaimed as he leered down at me. "How long did it take to get her like this?" "Three years of hard work. Isn't she a dear?" "What does she do?" James asked "Anything and everything, don't you Libby?" At the sound of this open question I inwardly cringed. "Can I give her a try?" enquired James. "Please do, I know that she won't mind in the least" I looked pleadingly at my wife but she just smiled a wicked smile and settled into her favourite wing chair. Sarah and Lisa sat closely together on the edge of the sofa nearest me and looked on with rapt attention. James moved forward and placed his hand under my chin. I looked up and saw the glint of domination in his eyes. Loren, lounged back in her chair in quite ecstasy to watch the show. James slipped off his moccasins and then set about removing his slacks and shirt. I watched on helplessly as he neatly placed his clothes on the bed and then returned to me. His briefs bulged with the commencement of a large erection as he stood before me. James came around behind me and after some initial fumbling managed to free my hands from their bound state. It felt so good to have my hands free again and I momentarily luxuriated in the tinging pain of having them free to move even thought I remained firmly held by the other restraints. James stood before me his briefs taunt with the excited tension of his manhood. My eyes were drawn to the head of the bulge in his briefs where the dark fabric of his briefs showed a small damp patch right at the end of his manhood. "Remove my briefs Libby", he commanded. Pleadingly I looked to Loren hoping that she would stop this game, but she just winked at me and leaned back further into the wing chair, parting her knees as she did so. All resistance fell from me and I tentatively reached for the waste band of the briefs and slowly manoeuvred them down holding them at floor level to enable him to step free. His semi-ridged penis bobbed up and down before me pre-cum glistening at the tip. Slowly he moved between my open knees moving his groyne closer to my lips. The head of his penis bobbed with each heart beat the eye glistening with the clear seminal fluid. I watched it for a moment then slowly I parted my lips, my wife's conditioning taking over as I remembered to form a perfect "O" with my lips covering and at the same time shielding my teeth from the sensitive skin of his penis. I tentatively extended my tongue through my lips and licked the tip of his engorged penis. The sweet and sour taste of his manhood came to my taste buds as I heard the sharp intake of his breath. We stayed poised on the cusp of pleasure for what appeared to be an eternity before I sensed the slight thrusting movement of his hips and felt the warm head brushing my lips. Slowly I allowed my lips to expand, all the time taking great care to shield my teeth so that my mouth was able to accommodated more and more of his member. It slid across my moist tongue, slippery and smooth with my saliva until I felt its head touch the back of my throat. My wife's extensive training automatically came into play as I concentrated upon neutralising the gagging reflex and tilted my head slightly forward, relaxing my lower jaw surrendering my mouth and throat to his passion. James sighed and continued to thrust slowly forward feeling my total capitulation. "Oh Loren, she is good" Slowly without any rush he forced more and more of himself between my lips and down my throat. My breath can in laboured gasps as I fought to take and accommodate every centimetre of him. At last my nose touched his belly through the rough strands of his pubic hair. He stopped for a moment savouring the warm tight willing wetness of my mouth and throat. Months of training took hold of me and I pulsed my throat in a swallowing action that rippled up and down his cock. I heard is groan and felt his legs tremble with pleasure. I slid my hands up his legs and took each large globe of his buns in my hands and began to massage them slowly gently raking my nails across the soft and sensitive flesh of his rear. His hands slid up my neck and clasped my head either side. Then it began. His hands held my head in a tight grip as he alternatively pushed me away just to the point where my lips meet the ridge of his circumcised cock head and then he thrust his engorged cock forward down my tight throat until my nose met with his quivering belly. I struggled to take his manhood, breathing in and out between each thrust as my wife had taught me with her strap on dildo in the past. I glanced over to Loren who leaned back luxuriously in her chair. Her left arm now rested comfortably upon her left thigh which in turn lay across the arm of the wing chair, her high heel shoe dangling by the toe from her foot. The fingers of her right hand glistened with her juices as they gently slipped up and down her moist slit in time with James's thrusts. Loren's eyes smiled wickedly and winked again at me enjoying a voyeur's view of my degradation and forced humiliation. James held nothing back his eyes full of lust. As his passion rose to the inevitable peak his knees buckled and swayed and I was forced against the extremes of the wire restraints still locked to my neck, legs and penis, further adding to my discomfort. James now paused at the end of each forward thrust forcing my jaw open as wide as it would stretch until I started to gag, only then would he withdraw, wait momentarily and then without mercy thrust forward again. He was lost to the power of the pleasure and no longer cared about my discomfort. His unbridled pleasure drew to a peak and I could feel the involuntary quiver of his cock. His pauses at the end of each stroke grew ever longer and the quivering stronger and stronger. Suddenly he stopped mid stroke his hands threatening to crush my head from ear to ear. His panting paused for a moment and then the pressure of his hands relaxed from crushing pain to a firm grip. I heard a guttural groan and sensed a ripple of muscle spasm surge down his engorged cock. I knew what was about to transpire and tried to withdraw my mouth from his cock. Sensing this, his grip tightened again and he looked directly into my eyes with a wicked sneer. "Here it comes Libby, Oh yes, yes take it all." His cock pulsed and I felt the warm sticky cum spurt from his cock head and splash at the back of my throat. He held me firm as his cock pulsed and pulsed, glaring down at me, holding my gaze with his burning eyes. I tasted the sweet and sour saltiness of his cum but resisted swallowing not wanting to capitulate to this final act of humiliation. I tried to open my lips to allow his essence to spill from my lips but he would have none of this act of defiance. One hand quickly cupped my chin and forced me to seal my lips tight around is pulsing cock. He watched me with wicked pleasure in his eyes as my mouth and throat filled to near overflowing. Then there was no alternative, I relaxed my throat and swallowed. I hoped beyond hope that I could reduce the pressure by taking a small amount but it was like the breaking of a dam, there is simply no holding the flood of his come. The act of my swallowing his essence seemed to re-excite him and his cock pulsed again. He gripped my head and then slowly thrust forward sliding his pulsing cock as far downs my throat as he could. My nose was mashed into his belly, his cock pulsing and guttural groans erupted from him. There was no alternative and I swallowed every drop gulping down his manly nectar. Lisa and Sarah laughed and squealed at the sound of me gulping down his come. He sighed and rocked his hips luxuriating in the act of my falacio. His cock gradually softened and lay in my mouth for a moment before he withdrew it with an audible sucking pop from my lips. A fine strand of sticky saliva strung between my lower lip and the glistening tip of his now semi flaccid cock. It extended for a moment then snapped leaving a glistening trail down my chin. The other end hung for a moment from the tip of his cock like a shiny bead of due before stretching and falling silently onto the bodice of my dress marking me with his essence. I glanced about the room and saw Sarah and Lisa on the couch wrapped in each other's arms. Sara had her hand between the open legs of the Lisa, her long slender fingers slipping up and down the wet slit Lisa's sex. Lisa gazed upon me with legs spayed wide open; eyes glazed, her body twitching, moaning with every stroke of her clitoris by the Sarah. I could see the slick stickiness of Sarah's slender fingers as she manipulated them with skill. Unlike Lisa her eyes burned with lust as she looked upon me and I was forced to lower my gaze embarrassed by her wanton leer. The Lisa let out a low groan and bucked against the caressing hand. Her groan changed in pitch to a long squeal of pleasure as she came. Suddenly released she slumped back into the lounge spent, legs open, pussy glistening with the wetness of lust, abandoned to the world for all to see. Sarah smiled at her conquest, licked her lips and blew me a knowing kiss before lifting her slick fingers to her lips, licking the secretions of lust. Loren rose from her chair and came over to me lifting my chin in her hand. The smell of her sex lingered upon her fingers and she held them to my mouth so I could clean them as I had innumerable times previously. "Apart from smudging your lipstick and that lovely strand of saliva down your chin you look like you've just done your makeup Libby. What a clever girl you have become." She put he arms around James and gave him a long passionate kiss. Her hand slid down his chest through his pubic hair and wrapped around his cock. "What did he think, did he enjoy his outing, oh I think so?" "God she was so good." "James you should be honoured, it was her first outing with the real thing. Up until now it has been training only on a facsimile." "By the way, she has still to enjoy the feel of a real cock back there. Maybe if you are a real good boy I will allow you to show her the joys of real womanhood" I looked up at Loren and a tear escaped from my eye and rolled slowly down my cheek, hung suspended upon my chin then dropped onto my blouse to join the stain of my sweat, saliva and James Cum. "Look James, tears of joy, she knows what is good for her, don't you Libby?" "Loren, she's good with the boys, but how is she with the girls?" Sarah asked. "Well I think she is very talented, but I would love a second opinion." With that my wife bent down and set about releasing the wire from my neck collar. "There you are Libby, unhook the rest of you and be good girl for Sarah, show her just how much I have taught you." I reached down and gently released the wire from my restrained penis before unhooking the remaining restraints from my ankles. It was bliss to be able to stretch my legs again but I took care not to appear hesitant, as I knew the temper of my wife if I in any way was tardy at her requests. I shuffled over on my knees and positioned myself between the splayed legs of Sarah. She looked down at me and raised her hips off the settee her slender hands grasping the hem of her short mini skirt and lifting it above the line of her waist. Her legs were encased in high quality stockings supported by garters that were hidden by the folds of her skirt. I could see clearly the line of her g-string that covered her shaven sex. "Well Libby, what are you waiting for?" Sarah asked. I slid my hands along her thighs and gently clasped the waist band of her g-string while she held her buns from the settee. Carefully I worked the g-string down over her thighs and stiletto encased feet taking extra care so not to rip or catch the delicate material of her underwear. I carefully folded it and placed it by her left foot and then returned to face her sex. She lifted her bottom off the settee again and made me place my hands under her buttocks, then slowly lowered her weight onto my hands so that I was pinned by the hands under her weight. The smell of her sex was intoxicating and I stared at her glistening lips waiting for her next move. Slowly I felt her slender fingers entwine themselves through my hair and gently but firmly pull my face towards her sex. At the same time she relaxed her thighs and opened her legs wider to receive me. My nose touched her mound and I felt her tremble with anticipation. I extended my tongue and tentatively tasted her strong, muskiness with the tip. At this she applied more pressure to the back of my head, pulling me into her sex. I parted my lips and sought out her bud sealing my lips over it whilst my tongue gently stroked it and sought out her opening. Quickly I found her sweet channel and pressed home the tip of my tongue separating the tight folds, using my tongue as a wet and slippery dildo. She sighed, tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed under the working of my tongue. She hesitated for a moment and then began the first of the slow thrusts luxuriating in the sublime pleasure. Steadily she increased the pace of her hips whilst never relenting on the pressure of her hands. Sarah tensed and swung her legs over my shoulders and entwined them behind my neck. She used her legs and hands to forcefully hold my mouth against her sex. Her grunts and moans came faster and louder. Looking up I could see James leering down at me with Loren standing behind him pressed into his back. Her slender hands were gently caressing his cock while she nibbled on his ear. Slowly she applied a generous quantity of lubricating jelly to his cock and then went back to teasing it to full hardness. Her eyes glinted with mischief and lust. James mouth hung slightly ajar as she kneaded his cock with expert care. She released his cock and came and knelt beside me her hand glistening with the jelly. Out of my view I felt my dress being lifted from the rear and an expert hand separate my buttocks and clasp the base of the butt plug. Slowly the plug was withdrawn from my stretched man pussy, rotated gently as it was withdrawn to maximise my pleasure and then with the exquisite pain and pleasure of release it popped free. I groaned with relief, which only caused Sarah to intensify her efforts to smother me with her sex. I felt rather than saw James kneel between my open legs. I tried too late to close them feeling his thighs against mine. Suddenly I felt the soft hardness of a blunt object replacing the plug. Two hands clasped my hips tightly and I felt a bulbus slippery head brush against my buns trying to seek the core of me. We began a game of capture and avoidance, his slippery head sliding across my buns prodding and probing with a blind will. I moaned and he laughed with a hint of cruel intent. Suddenly his head slipped between my exposed crack and rested upon the forbidden bud of my rear. I pressed forward but he moved with me pressing ever harder his engorged slippery head against me. When I could move no further, I tightened my muscles as much as I could hoping without hope against the inevitable. His head begin to stretch me larger and larger and realising further resistance could possibly harm me I acquiesced and relaxed letting my training take over. I tried to press my hips forward away from the evading object but the hands on my hips held me firm. The ring of muscle of my man pussy stretched with the unrelenting pressure of the invader, then suddenly the head passed in and I felt my muscle clench around a smooth shaft. I squealed and James sighed. "Oh baby that is so good," James whispered in my ear. I tried to extract his cock from me but he would have none of it. Slowly with controlled power he eased his cock into me all the way until his balls ground themselves into the area of skin that separated my imprisoned maleness from my man pussy. Sarah ground her sex against my mouth pushing me back against the Invading cock of James. Suddenly they began to work in unison crushing mouth against pussy and prostrate gland against engorged cock. There was nothing to do except suck and lick a slick pussy and receive an invading cock as easily and painlessly as possible. The tempo rose and fell as they conspired to utilise me as their plaything. The air was punctuated by my squeals, Sarah's sighs and James grunts. Suddenly Sarah tensed and I felt her sex tremble and pulse with the unmistakable signs of a strong orgasm. James lifted by her orgasm intensified his efforts and with one more powerful stroke he buried his cock to the hilt in me. I sensed his cock tense and pulse, tense and pulse and then I felt the warm gush of his cum spurt into me again and again. Suddenly my emotional barriers came down and my cock tensed and shot forward a stream of cum down my left thigh I let out a muffled cry and relaxed as much as I could in my present predicament. Sarah's juices poured into my mouth and I was forced to swallow the sweet muskiness of her secretions. Together we tensed and relaxed, clitoris trembling, cocks spurting, thighs trembling. I tried to relax as much as possible but it was difficult in my imprisoned position. Slowly James member softened within me and the pressure of his grip subsided. I felt his cock slowly start to withdraw causing me to involuntarily spasm with the exotic pleasure of his invasion. The tip of his cock passed through the ring of muscle of my man pussy and flopped against my buns with an audible pop. James laughed and teasingly slapped my rear with hand. "Thanks for that, Libby that was some ride." I looked up at Sarah who was grinning from ear to ear. "You sure know how to lick you little hussy, I'm sure that I will be putting that wonderful mouth and tongue of yours to good use in the future". Sarah raised her hips, freeing my hands and I felt the tingle of pain of pins and needles surge through my hands and fingers. The hot flush of my embarrassment blossomed on my cheeks and I diverted my eyes from her gaze to the floor. Loren came over to us and gazed with pride down upon me as one does about owning a rare thing. She stroked my cheek and said, "You are a sexy morsal Libby, what a good girly you have become; now go and tidy yourself up." I stood up and licked my lips clean, luxuriating in being free of my bonds and able to stand. Unconsciously I smoothed the hem of the short dress, slid my hand under the hem and repositioned the g-string between my cheeks and walked off towards the bathroom swaying my hips with the sexy swing that had now become second nature to me. Once in the bathroom I lent over the vanity and appraised the state of my makeup. I adjusted the clips in my hair tiding up the stray hairs and tightening the bun at the back until it was perfect. The smudged mascara was deftly touched up. Next I repaired the foundation, powered highlights and eyeliner. Finally I applied the red lipstick gloss to my lips, paused, pressed my lips together and then smiled enhancing the sultry pout as I hade been taught. I applied a spray of my favourite perfume and fiddled with the dress until satisfied that it was as near perfect as possible. My tummy gave a gurgle causing me to think about the cum that I had been forced to ingest. Realising that the cum in my pussy would probably leak out I opened the bathroom dresser and chose a more demure pair of black laced briefs. I selected a panty liner from the draw and positioned it in the briefs. I slid the moist open crotch panties I was wearing down by stocking legs and slid the more concealing laced panties back up taking care to position the panty liner correctly over my moist pussy. I felt the warm stickiness of cum in my rear, but new that it was safely contained by the panties and panty liner I now wore. Just then Loren appeared at the door. She came over to me and stood pressing herself into my back. She slid her hands around my waist clasping them at my front gazing at my refection in the mirror across my right shoulder. Her sexy body pressed against my back in a way that always makes me go weak at the knees. Her fingers slipped down my front and teased me through the thin material of the dress. "You made me very wet watching you; she purred, it was so exciting. So much so that I think I will give you a very special treat later by releasing you to service me with your little un-caged cock. Would you like that Libby?" The thought of this combined with the gentle teasing of her hand caused me to stir in the confines of the metal sheath, which immediately brought me a sharp twinge as I grew within the strict confines. The sharp intake of my breath brought a smile to her lips. "Oh yes you will enjoy that I think, come let us return to our guests."